Valerie Miller is one of those people who's always bored. She's always been bored, unsatisfied with her life. But you know what they say: Be careful what you wish for! Suddenly, the media goes wild as Overwatch appears to be coming back. Before long, Valerie can only watch in horror as her town is caught in the crossfire between the recently-recalled Overwatch and an unknown group of terrorists. When tragedy strikes, she's left on her own as her friends abandon her for her pro-Overwatch beliefs. With nothing between her and the terrorists, and Overwatch battling on her roof, she'll have to choose between the safety with her mother and the life she thought she wanted.

This is a collection of chapters from my [Sans x reader] fanfic, Can You Hear Me? but from Sans perspective. Before reading this, I suggest you take a look at the main story, as this one will be based on the votes I get for the different chapters and probably won't make sense otherwise. It's been a few years since the barrier was finally broken by a human named Frisk, finally releasing the monsters back to the surface. They were all settling down well, finding jobs, learning about the surfaces history, and integrating themselves in the new culture that had started since their appearance. That's what most monsters were doing, anyway. Sans was a different story. Though he was happy everything had worked out in the end, and that the monsters were back on the surface, he was having trouble finding anything that really interested him up there. But that suited him fine, he thought, as long as everyone else was happy. That is, until he met (y/n). By some chance, Mettaton had been working with the rising star (y/n) Heir, and by another coincidence, dragged her along to one of the get togethers the gang had at Papyrus' house. That's the night everything changed for the group of friends that rallied around Frisk, and, that's also the night things got a lot more interesting for Sans on the surface. (Disclaimer on the cover: this is simply how I, the author, imagine (y/n) Heir. When I draw her, this is simply the design I use. Feel free to imagine her however you like, as this is a Sans x reader)